Travel is the movement of people or objects (such as airplanes, boats, trains and other conveyances) between relatively distant geographical locations
The term "travel" originates from the Old French word travail.[3] The term also covers all the activities performed during a travel (movement).[4] A person who travels is spelled "traveler" in the United States, and "traveller" in the United Kingdom.[cita]
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So where was I? Ahh…In the bliss of travel. I was headed to Paddington Station from Heathrow International Airport. Paddington Station was where I needed to head to in order to connect get to the infamous King's Cross St. Pancras tube station. I did not see the Paddington Bear, which was a bummer, but I was in a brisk-walk state of mind because I needed to make that train in order to get to FRANCE and join Koku Gonza!!!
Blessings are provided in the simplest ways at times. I was fortunate to meet a nice young gentleman from Sierra Leone who worked at the train station that helped me carry my suitcase up flights of stairs. What are the odds? Once I made my train I could finally relax and take it all in… at least for the moment.
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| Arriving in Paris |
After 2 hours or so… the train began to slow down. Oh my. Tears welled up. I was in Paris. Paris, France. By myself. Without my Mom. Just me. My stomach fluttered. I made it. I am alive and I am in Paris!!! And I don't speak French… Ugh. When I tell you waves of emotion washed over me... and the emotion most evident was nervousness… LAWD HELP ME. I arrived at the Gare du Nord but I needed to get to Gare de Lyon quickly! Train Station to Train Station to Train Station. My train left for my destination in an hour and I didn't want to be late! 
TAXI!!!! TAXI!!! Thank God that word is global. As I stood in line for the taxi, I looked around in awe. I was in Paris, France by myself, heading from train station to train station. I had been in communication with Koku Gonza and her french booking manager, so their guidance helped to keep me from being LOST. I actually had time to take these moments in, and I surely did. Even the view while standing in line for a Taxi is gorgeous. Paris lives up to the hype. It is all of that! The irony is that I only spent an hour in the city of Paris during my entire trip… but I will say I experienced the most awesome scenic cab ride in Paris!
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| From Left to Right: Gas Prices in Liters and 3.78541=1 gallon. Expensive. Global Problems. Therefore motorcycles are popular. As I enjoyed the taxi ride, I had to capture the art, on canvas and at the bus stop! My aunty from another country...LOL. The architecture is just beautiful... and everywhere. Ah... Paris! |
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| This was surely an eye catcher... as well as an eye opener. Translation: "SHOCKING? YES! Every year in france 6 out of 10 lesbians are victims of homophobia". Thanks to friends of mine who are french speakers because I was soooo frustrated that I couldn't understand anything besides OUI! |
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my taxi driver made his way, we engaged in small talk. He was quite
patient with me as I struggled to understand him and he struggled to
understand me... but we did it! Gare de Lyon, I'm here... Whoo Hoo!!! It was enormous and intimidating... but I had to do what I had to do. I had already purchased my ticket online, so I just needed to find the track where my train would leave from... and grab a bite to eat. By the way... no one around here is interested in speaking English. Frankly, French sounds better... so why should they? My advice is, learn keywords before you arrive. |
| Well let me tell you!!! If you are going to eat a pastry, I highly recommend eating one in PARIS! Mmmm Mmmm Good! I was so happy, I overpaid the cashier lady. She beckoned me and gave me my change with a smile. Who says the French aren't nice?? |
After about 30 minutes, it was all aboard!!! I was finally... finally... finally headed to Marseille!!! The weather was a bit nippy, but Marseille was warmer. I called Koku Gonza to confirm that I had missed NONE of my connections and that I would be arriving at 7pm! I felt like a friggin' rockstar... more like a rock star's manager!! Hahaha! As I settled in with my iPod and Camera Phone to capture the scene, I wondered: How many times have you begged God today? You are probably on a nerve up there...
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| From Left to Right: iPod Flow=The Koku Gonza Song as I snacked on my Snickers. It satisfies... no matter where you are. The train was so dark under the tunnels, that I could see my reflection in the glass like a mirror...so I took a picture. Shocked huh? LOL. |
I was so thankful for God's mercy and protection of me as I traveled, and I smiled while quietly begging for continuous protection as I proceeded on my great adventure. Next stop: MARSEILLE FRANCE! The question of the day is: Can you share with us what that poster says???
STAY TUNED!
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